25.8.11

Your Fuckin' Face

Wanted to write you an email. Wanted to let you know that I have been
hurt with what you have done. Wanted you to understand how did I feel.
Wanted this to end, wanted this to go on and on like an ocean of time.

But
you didn't even care, as if the question of how bad did you hurt me was
never exist. As if should I leave, the world would be brighter. As if
this place is going to be a better place, filled with colors and cotton
candies when I was gone.

I don't want to be oversensitive, but this has stretched me to be another person that you may not know.